The Black Tears Of Her Soul

The black tears that she criesare from the misery her soul writhesfor she mourns not for her own woesbut for those who suffer spiritual gallowscaused by the hatred of this world’s forlornespecially by those who have been reborn

She sobs at the injustice they have to endurebecause they do not wear the facade of coutureweeps her soul for the downtrodden and lostwho are rejected and forgotten by the hearts of frostunending is her lament for the abused, abandoned and misunderstoodthe ones seen as no longer useful and discarded like deadwood

You see, this great ache in her soul is gifted by the Ancient Onea Man of sorrows and pain who came to us as the Sonfor He too, was despised and has borne our griefHe was oppressed and afflicted understanding our bereaveHe suffered disgrace as an offering for our atonementthat we may rise from the ashes of our defilement

She knows she is blessed to bear the anguish of His soulfor it is in this, His beauty her soul does behold